#rdr2 au

[blackseafoam]

More Bad Batch x Red Dead AU 🐴

“Heels down, Omega!”

Riding lesson with Tech

[bakedcrossaintt]

drew modern (/timewarp?) au kieran.... ourrghh ,,,,,,

[mayopocket]

the outlaw and her belle on a date at the local town

[honeyzephyr]

2 posts in one day??!? unheard of

anyways another kieran au i HAD to draw because oh my god??? this one is by @runwhileyoucan and i’m begging everyone to go check it out because it is so so cool!!

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

RDR2 fantasy AU art dump

Grimshaw and Reverend get to be small class griffins because i thought the swanson pun was cute and i love goose grimshaw <3 i dont ship it but they share a unique little friendship what with them both being griffins. Susan tries to help Rev. so he can spend more energy helping himself rather than spend it all preening and etc. she wont go soft on him tho, she will wing smack him if needed of bump her spur against his butt.

Hosea is a manticore, tho he came out looking like an odd goat, cat, fox, lizard, scorpion vibes. He stands the same shoulder height as dutch but his shorter neck hangs lower.

He lost one horn from being captured and nearly killed by hunters in his youth. It was yet another reason he struggled to enjoy blending in with humans, even if he was a wonderful trickster and could blend in with humans easily (and he did try and live a human life alongside Bessie). Even after everything, he still keeps a level-headed approach to when the gang has conflicts with humans.

MARSTONS,!!!!! Currently only have designs for Abigail and Jack. John is just a lanky ratty werewolf with bad posture and even worse paternal skills.

abi is a vampire, but in this au that just means giant vampire creatures that can disguise as humans. Abigail, because of her orphan-childhood, her being forced to disguise as human and make money through prostitution, is almost always in her human form. The art depicts her as a bat for the sake of design exploration. She turns into her bat form when extremely stressed (like when jack goes missing). She has a lot of complex feelings about her son being resistant to living his childhood disguised as a human. She thinks he’ll be safer if he’s mistaken as human and ignores, as opposed to being hunted for being a mythical creature.

jack is a mix of bat and werewolf. As he got older, he grew more and more detached from his creature identity because his parents lived as humans (from 1899-1907, even to rdr1 and onwards). So many body issues and self hatred for being stuck between a bat and a wolf; for being stuck between human and monster.

( i love jack so much god please someone give him a happy ending)

And then one drawing of arthur that will likely change when we have a better idea of deer-taur lore and designs.

AU is a project between me and @eggsaladsweetie

[lazypapers]

"I was the prize pony once, now I'm the workhorse."

AU where Low Honor Arthur is left for dead and joins the O'Driscoll Gang (whether if he was rescued by Colm after he was left for dead and manipulated by him). This is where they capture Marston and plan to lure the Van Der Linde Gang to their demise. Dutch actually comes to rescue John and Arthur is furious. Cause he wonders why Dutch left him for dead. Colm will taunt Arthur that John will always be Dutch's Golden Boy. Someone make a fanfic please. 😭

[murdknux]

heres my 90s!au... metalhead marston and horse trainer morgan :)

im gonna draw micah nd javier and dutch and others but im lazy so have this for now

[babyaiker]

Having been absolutely inspired by @meeks-just-wants-to-scroll I doodles some red dead centaurs (any excuse to doodle a horse is a good excuse)

[cowboysmell]

owls. yes! owls!! yes!!! owls... YES! owls.!

[thatwriterchick222]

save a horse, ride... two cowboys? (arthur morgan and joel miller/f!reader) AU

summary:

“What’s a pretty young thing like yourself doin’ out here all alone?” The older man said as he approached you. You licked your lips, turning to peer inside the window of the saloon, spotting your fiance chatting with a few men at a poker table. “I’m not alone.” “That’s a shame.” The older man said, his eyes running down your body. “It is.” You replied. “Well…” The brunette leaned forward, peering through the same window you had looked through just prior, his eyes searching. “Your husband ain’t with you right now…” You smiled, trying not to let his smell of earth and smoke as he leaned closer to you cloud your judgment. “Fiance, actually.” “Even better.”

a/n: y'all this one is kinda crazyyyy... porn with plot at its finest. i also love combining my hyperfixations teehee

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“Bend over this table, now .” The man’s gruff voice came from behind you, his large hands shoving you down onto the wooden table. You yelped as your cheek came into contact with the hard surface, your bare breasts pressed painfully down, your body completely trapped by his strong arms.

You struggled, but couldn’t fight the moan that escaped your throat when you felt something hard press into your backside through the rough material of his jeans. 

“Good thing we tied her up.” The other man said– Arthur, you think you heard him being addressed as– and you wiggled your arms that were tied behind your back, the rope looped around your ribcage a few times. 

All your clothes had been forcefully ripped off aside from your pantyhose. While you were practically naked, the men were fully clothed, the roughness of their attire giving you a painful reminder every time it brushed up against your bare skin. A shiver ran through you.

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You had been out for a few drinks in town with your fiance, whom you honestly had gotten bored of within the span of a few minutes, as per usual. But, it wasn’t your choice to be engaged. Your parents arranged it, and you had no other option but to go through with it. 

This was where the so-called “high class” life had gotten you, you supposed. 

When you went out for a smoke, you spotted two men leaning casually up against the brick wall, their hats tipped down just enough that you had to squint to see their eyes in the dimness of the streetlights. They looked like proper cowboys.

From what you could tell, they both seemed older, but one of them more so. He had a salt and pepper beard and you saw the traces of even greyer hair underneath his tan leather hat. He had a green plaid shirt that had the top buttons undone, and you swore you could see a dusting of chest hair beneath it. 

You watched the man reach up and take a draw of his cigarette, noticing his hands. They looked like working hands, hands that had been through a lot. Strong hands. You watched him blow the cigarette smoke out through his nostrils. Then, to your surprise, he looked up at you, meeting your eyes with his own.

You blushed, averting your eyes immediately, focusing on the cigarette in your gloved hand that was almost burnt out. But you couldn’t help yourself as you looked back over at the man, and he was nudging the younger one beside him, drawing his attention to you as well. Oh shit .

The other man had lighter brown hair, his jawline wide and sharp, dusted in the slightest bit of stubble. He had an even bushier mustache on his upper lip, and his brow was furrowed as he looked up, eyes finding you immediately. 

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The younger man, Arthur, came over to the other side of the table, abruptly reaching down and fisting his hand in your hair, yanking it back. You gasped as he craned your neck painfully, forcing you to look up at him, a playful smirk on his face.

Your mouth hung open as you stared at him, breathing heavily. His eyes flicked down your face, and you yelped as you felt the other man grinding himself into your backside, rubbing against your bare skin.

Arthur hummed. “Let me put that pretty mouth to use, hm?”

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“What’s a pretty young thing like yourself doin’ out here all alone?” The older man said as he approached you, the metal of his spurs rattling on the concrete sidewalk. His voice was soft and deep, with an attractive southern twang. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head.

“Young?” You smiled. You were only twenty-four, but from what you had been through, and where you were, you didn’t feel like it.

The other man came up beside him, his hands resting on his gun belt. “Still… Alone, in a place like this?”

You licked your lips, turning to peer inside the window of the saloon, spotting your fiance chatting with a few men at a poker table. “I’m not alone.”

“That’s a shame.” The older man said, his eyes running down your body. You swallowed, shifting your weight to avoid the heat pooling in your stomach. It was intriguing, this outright form of flattery. You liked how forward they were, unlike the people you knew. Where you were from, even hinting at it got you a slap on the wrist. 

“It is.” You replied, tossing your used cigarette to the damp cobblestone sidewalk and watching it go out. 

“Well…” The brunette leaned forward, peering through the same window you had looked through just prior, his eyes searching. “Your husband ain’t with you right now…”

You smiled, trying not to let his smell of earth and smoke as he leaned closer to you cloud your judgment. “Fiance, actually.”

“Even better.” The older one said, reaching up and placing his cigarette between his lips, his eyes dark and hungry as they raked over you.

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A rush of excitement shot through you when Arthur reached for his gun belt, undoing it with ease and unbuttoning his pants with one hand. He kept his other hand knotted in your hair, the hair you had taken so much time pinning up before you went out. 

God, your fiance was probably worried sick at that moment. Running around the saloon, asking people if they’d seen you, calling out your name on street corners. You fought a smile at the thought of him being worried sick, while you were tied up, pinned between two filthy cowboys in some barn in the middle of nowhere. Part of you wanted him to find you like this. To see you getting something you never got with him. 

When Arthur finally pulled himself out of the restraints of his pants, you felt a chill run down your spine at the size of him. You had only ever seen your fiance’s, and it was… underwhelming, to say the least. 

You swallowed thickly, feeling the other man’s warm hand run up your back, grabbing your arms that were tied. 

You were utterly helpless as Arthur guided himself to your parted lips. “Open wide for me, darlin’.”

to be continued on ao3!!!

[miguel-owhora]

VDL AU where Dutch and Hosea are cat dads whose first cat is a young stray they name Arthur. He's a runt when they first find him, so they're surprised when he just poofs into this big ass cat.

Then they adopt another stray, who they call John, who likes to bother his older brother and get into mess. One time he wandered too far from home and got into a dog fight.

Basically, they end up adopting a bunch of stray cats and turn them into a colony, but Dutch likes to lovingly call them his gang.

In this AU, being Dutch's golden cat is being able to sleep with him in the bed, and specifically with him. It used to be Arthur but lately it's been a fat tabby named Micah, who has a fondness for instigating fights, stealing toys from the others, and framing others for his mess.

[charlybird]

Outlaw Alden Carruthers. He got caught for giving out all that info on those stagecoach robberies. His outfit needs a little work but I just thought the idea was fun. He wouldn't adjust to this life immediately as it's not exactly what he saw for himself but I like to think that the element of freedom helps him a little considering he was always disappointed with his normal life. I also thought he would be better with knives than guns lol. But he is not threatening in the slightest, unless you're gay.

[bakedcrossaintt]

Kierabeth lives AU

thinking about a Kieran lives AU where he and Mary-Beth sense the gang's downfall and run away together during chapter 6. They try and find whatever work they can, struggling to get by while taking the odd job or farm work, but eventually save up enough to buy some property together, similar to how John and Abigail did. They'd build up a humble little farm with chickens and livestock and lots of horses. Kieran pours his whole heart into the farm, building a safe life for them like he'd always imagined, while Mary-Beth takes care of him in return and still gets to write her novels in her free time.

One day while John, Jack and Abigail are out on the wagon for a supply run, John reckognises Mary-Beth's horse hitched at the front of a little farmhouse and goes to investigate. Cue a heartwarming reunion scene when Mary-Beth opens the door and everyone is so thrilled to see her, especially Abigail is so happy she's doing well, until she calls into the house "Kieran! you've gotta see this!" and everyone's eyes go wide. Kieran comes downstairs looking healthier and happier than he ever has, well groomed and well fed with fancy new overalls and welcomes everyone in, while Mary-Beth proudly announces they just got married this month. More overjoyed fussing from Abigail and a congratulatory slap on the back from John to Kieran and soon they're all sitting at the table having soup together, catching up and reminiscing about old times ^^

From then on, their visits become regular. Abigail being happy to have another farmer's wife to talk to and John and Jack going fishing with Kieran every once in a while. I can also really see Jack connecting with Kieran over his gentle temperament, Kieran and Mary-Beth would be the perfect aunt and uncle to him. Mary-Beth would buy him books and talk to him about the stories he's reading while Kieran can be a second role model and adult to lean on when he feels like he can't talk to his dad.

One day while Abigail and Mary-Beth are sitting on the porch together, chatting and gossiping about farm work and their husbands, Mary-Beth suddenly turns to Abigail and announces that she’s pregnant and Abigail is so overjoyed. She'd immediately be so dedicated to take care of Mary-Beth during her pregnancy, giving her all the tips, knowledge and experience she's learned from when she was pregnant with Jack and making sure she felt supported every step of the way.

After all the hardship they had endured, getting to see this child grow up in a safe environment - with not just, but two caring families surrounding them - would feel like a second chance for everyone. It would be such a source of healing for them, watching a child grow up in a world free from the fear and chaos they once knew, knowing they could finally provide the stability they had always longed for.

[outlawruben]

More van der family modern/semi-modern headcannons

Dutch is the type of guy to throw away instructions to IKEA furniture and then cry because he doesn’t automatically know how to assemble it

Dutch/Hosea gave the boys copies of their house keys for emergencies only, but they just come in and out whenever, plus bring whoever they want with them so over the years the whole gang has a house key.

Everyone is a friend of each other, met through work, school, etc. (they live in a small community so they all know each other anyway)

Susan, Swanson, Strauss, and Pearson are all friends of Dutch and Hosea from college.

Arthur would have like a 40 pack of crayons as a kid and John would take them and break them of course, and when Arthur would snatch them back, John would resort to violence. This caused road trips to be extremely long.

Roadtrips:

Arthur: “Hey look there’s a herd of cows!!”

John, extremely loud: “MOOOOOOO”

As they grew older, Arthur mainly draws or reads on roadtrips and John plays on his gameboy/Nintendo DS or sleeps. (He gets sick if he reads in the car)

Arthur definitely pushed John into hotel pools when they were younger. (One of the dads had to get him)

You can definitely hear John’s music blast through his earbuds on all occasions.

Arthur is the kind of kid who’s always looking out his window at the right time and points out any animal he sees. (John always misses it)

John got his scars from being in a bar fight when him and Javier were in a small band in their early 20s. They were in some shitty dive bar and someone broke a bottle and used it against John and Javier. (They stopped touring after that)

Arthur is the designated guy to let the dogs out at night and watch them from the porch in his pajamas, occasionally yelling at them when they start barking at something. He does this even in the dead of winter.

The boys always fight physically/verbally over basically nothing 24/7. When a fight begins stirring in front of the dads they tell them to go outside with it.

John: “I was going to take a nap, I don’t even want to go to the mall..”

Arthur: “well I didn’t even want to take you, Dad wanted you to go.”

John: “whatever.”

John had a huge Pokémon phase when he was much younger, like in 6th grade or something. Gengar is his favorite.

John grew his hair out from a buzz cut throughout high school he shaved it right before his freshman year, and it grew to his shoulders when he graduated.

In the earlier years John and Arthur would argue over which CD they should put in the car. (Dutch and Hosea had one of those thick CD binders in their car, with a huge verity of music)

Arthur: “WE LISTENED TO GUNS N ROSES LAST TIME!!”

John: “NOTHING ELSE IS GOOD.”

Arthur: “THATS NOT TRUE. What about Johnny Cash?”

John: “ugh.. no.”

Arthur: “what’s wrong with Johnny Cash?”

Dutch: “just pick a damn CD already.”

Arthur and John fight over shotgun all the time, even as adults on the rare occasion they’re taking their dad’s car somewhere

[thevandercircusau]

Welcome!

A silly little askblog run by @silly-simon05, @aplan-and-astorm, @y0ur-fr1endly-queer, and @bvgbearr for an AU that has an iron grip on me!

Simon/John uses he/him

Jeremy uses he/him

Ford uses he/him

Cody uses he/it/she !

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Oc interaction is allowed and encouraged

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Jeremy is a minor

Ford is a minor

Cody is a minor !

Suggestive asks are allowed but only directed at the gang

This blog uses ships like Jovier and Vandermattews

Have fun :3

(Their roles btw)

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

dutch and hosea and how they met brings me so much joy. I am sure there can be other interpretations drawn but this is just one. It’s based off of some dialogue Hosea says around the campfire

Bonus: the traditional drawing

@eggsaladsweetie